2 of Wands – Possibilities, Dominion, Vision. – Tarot

2 of Wands – Two of Fire – Possibilities -Vision- Dominion.

2 of Wands card meaning

The two of wands is the card of possibilities.


Wands as an element stands for fire, and action. And upon the beginning of that action is the unlimited nature of clarity. That clarity is of possibilities, otherwise perceived as the dominion of action armed with the idea. 

To traditional interpretation, the two of wands is the formative idea begun upon its stage of evolution. Dominion as mentioned earlier is a primary facet. To other reads, it is seen as the start of transformation. Osho calls it possibilities. 

As the two of light, this stands for vision, and thought having opened to formless boundaries for that un-limiting step for perception. 

There is great harmony in this card, with its signals to inspiration in all directions. Such is the nature of fire emerging and converging ideas into action. 

The wands as a suit are all action-oriented cards, marking a poise or a stride in the midst of activity, both internal and external. 

There is an understated determination in this sign. The will is being forged at this stage, only to solidify with further action to intention. 

As the two of light, this is the flame that shines brighter once it has lit another. That the entirety of spirit salutes accomplishment to the soul, and in that act of purity of vision, is found the approval of all spirit and sundry.

Divination : What it means if you receive this card


From the synthesis of creation, a new energy of possibility is channeled  to awaken through the wands. The Two of Wands signifies a point where these creative energies are brought together to flourish and produce. 

Indeed this sign foretells prosperity in partnerships and production. The partnering to challenge and achieve higher goals. 

In a situation, this heralds a prosperous venture, a merger of sorts. It is a consolidated first step to a well deliberated plan.

The fire of creative energy or spiritual yearning are the wands; here, it is offered direction toward a specific goal. 

Thus, this goal, it is anticipated, and will quench the urge to change. Once determined, change can begin. 

This card is about that determination, resolve and discipline. The beginnings of the Transformation.

The Two of Wands indicates that you are moving into your personal power, to move forward with courage, originality and potential.

This first step in a new direction can be empowering so consolidate your steps and accept the road as it is taking you. This would be the time you can alter it to your comfort and with complete clarity. 

This is also a sign of possibilities, vision and inspiration. Often even called the Lord of Dominion.


Vision, the start of activity.

You can find the courage to take new ideas up and put faith in that invisible creative force that has generated this  envision of a new path.

This can be a dramatic display of abilities in controlling and combining the raw energies around you, towards creative will in its most exalted form.

These are indeed the fires of imagination – the ladder of ambitions and aspiration. Creative potential growth of enterprise.

2 Wands

Reversed 2 of Wands – Fetters and Possibilities

Divination : This sign blocks its own energy, holding back all the potential of the moment.

The reverse 2 of wands is the complexity of blockage in your creative energies.

There may be external issues affecting the chance or possibility for a fruitful partnership. This card advises looking within to find what may be the cause.

Starry Tarot.

And out of restlessness and unformed power one idea leads to another and often the first few are far from the final one.

Reversed, this does not look favorably upon situations involving partnerships or ventures. Prosperity is delayed and there may be an unwillingness to cooperate. External forces, restricting regulations, or a lack of support, may well hamper progress which already is in mere early stages.

There is a  slow dissipation of the creative at this stage.

Normally, the fire of creative energy or spiritual yearning is represented by Wands, and given direction at the 2 of wands. 

The goal, however blurry would then quench the yearning, dissatisfaction, or urge to change. And so the means to resolves are indeed determination, resolve and discipline. The beginning of the Transformation, albeit repressed. 

To its primary meanings, the messages here are of the spiritual realm. Creativity, imagination, Inspiration. Illumination, mysticism, magic. Burning, purifying. Idealistic, ascetic and Fire. 

All the same, there is tremendous potential that wasn’t quite able to fructify. The possibilities are still very much there, just a little diminished from whence they began. A little effort, you might find your stride again. 

Often, at this time you may find surprise, wonder, enchantment, emotion, trouble, fear. 

There may be sudden application of phenomenal. Wilful, imperial. A strong urge for freedom and independence. A refusal to yield to another’s will.

Sometimes to this sign, you may find Strength, domination. Boldness, courage, love of freedom, fierceness, fighting spirit, ambition, refinement, impatience, sagacious withal, yet an unforgiving and obstinate nature. 

 There is resistance to vision. Restrained beginnings. Cautious action. Inability to see the bigger picture. Possibilities are still there, with a little effort. 

Difficulty in consolidation. Obstacles to dominion. 

Also shows a fierceness, shamelessness, ambition, restlessness, turbulence. A card of enthusiasm, but strong self-interest. 

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

"From the Bhagavata Gita :Gita "Then, filled with wonder, with hairs standing on end, he, Dhananjaya, (Arjuna), bowing down with his head to the Lord, said with folded hands. Arjuna said: O God, I see in Your body all the gods as also hosts of (various) classes of beings; Brahma the ruler, sitting on a lotus seat, and all the heavenly sages and serpents. I see You as possessed of numerous arms, bellies, mouths and eyes; as having infinite forms all around. O Lord of the Universe, O Cosmic Person, I see not Your limit nor the middle, nor again the beginning! I see You as wearing a crown, wielding a mace, and holding a disc; a mass of brilliance glowing all around, difficult to look at from all sides, possessed of the radiance of the blazing fire, and immeasurable as the sun. You are the Immutable, the supreme One to be known; You are the most perfect repository of this Universe. You are the Imperishable, the Protector of the ever-existing religion; You are the eternal Person. This is my belief. I see You as without beginning, middle and end, possessed of infinite valour, having innumerable arms, having the sun and the moon as eyes, having a mouth like a blazing fire, and heating up this Universe by Your own brilliance. Those very groups of gods enter into You; struck with fear, some extol (You) with joined palms. Groups of great sages and perfected beings praise You with elaborate hymns, saying 'May it be!’" - Chapter 11, Bhagavada Gita. Scene from the Bhagavada Gita as Krishna, the charioteer shows his god-form to the archer hero Arjuna at the field of battle. The Bhagavada Gita is one of the holy books of the Hindu pantheon in India. And this painting and poetry are a scene from the epic battle Mahabharata as Krishna takes on his all powerful form, known as Virat Swaroop."

Virata Swaroop | Bhagavada Gita

Infinite – Mystic Poetry


You, the infinite.

Ever extending, brightened insight. 

The constant prayer, the inner silence overlapping.

Jubilation’s chair, hope in repair. 

Envisioned spectacular ceremonial mapping. 

A heightened accord, a breath-full of words. 

A heart-warmed ford to breeze through the formless. 

Your subtle starlight, strumming reflections elevating the air. 

Singing the day’s symphonies, dancing celestials the shadows in busk. 

An inner task. 

Particulars past. 

Temporal to godspeed. Salt to spirit. 

A scintillating urgency observations grasp. 

Lifetimes in repetition cues muscle-memory for self-discipline’s harp. 

The questions queue answers in beat-boxes. 

A hastened learning curve twangs to attune the twine. 

You in the vowel, my consonant delight. The heart beats a flight.

In another life of delivered letters. Forwards a meter to foot the syllables on your path.

All the earthly in ancient swoon, sunshine the moon and back in your smile. 

Upon my lips, it stays awhile. Sating to the shine of your ways, for always.  

Above feeling and sensation. 

In the place of repose. 

In the melding of form to the soul’s reform. The one love that pervades, the universe’s fabric breathes to its cascades. 

I enter my Lord’s house, with my bridled’s reflection, the triumph that trumpets,  A union of divine circumspect. A devotion inflects. 

Amidst the joy, the singing vessel howls a well of tears, a sacred lake in reverence, a river of light flows its deliverance. Time halts its constant march, offering the Moon’s reprieve from eternal parch. The winds spread to nature’s enchant, bowing to ripen and attune the tree of repose to a yearning branch. 

This veil of separation, the distance sanctifying in-seams. 

The breath in reparation, the soul reaching its light to the finite’s in-between. 

Transcendental until manifest, like the spirit dweller upon the threshold, gently waiting to adore. Cosmic the longings implore. 

Had of the cup of knowledge, sought and outpoured to healing’s flight and all manners betwixt in mystical rites. The inner temple to house and hearth the temporal toast, divinities in crowns hath not the glory of true reflection, than the accord of the love’s heartened renown. 

A celestial profound, to anchor my smile in your surround of eternal resound. 

Patience beckons its coast, like the waves merely hover like these words like a pilgrim’s traces. 

Lit, the inner lamp yet reaches, heightened to your harmonies.

Like dew in the morning’s apparent adorn. 

Asunder this night of form, if you could hear in my heart, 

You would me as the shine in your eyes. 

And like the sky and its horizon, the sunrise to my surmise.

Slow dawn

A coat of quotes and passing poetry


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Opposite – mystic poetry


The opposite.

For it is found, then profound. 

For in affinity, as it first set out in question. 

Wandering witness. Infinity born upon its head. Becoming that which is all-becoming. Then reverting to its true personality. The opposite in reflection. 

To all contain, then set out again. 

An answer found, now again the question wanders, setting the answer too upon its way. The answer will fit many, and make reflection. 

The question comes close, to all of them. Always to find the first answer only when it has changed. 

And then in its trueness, the question reveals part of its history. 

Every answer that was found, part of its many faces. 

The face of the question was the first answer. How far does affinity for a question go? Many questions were asked, only one answered.


A coat of quotes and passing poetry


PicassoArtwork : Self-potrait by Pablo Picasso.

"How like an Angel came I down! How bright are all things here! 

When first among His works I did appear, 

O how their Glory me did crown! 

The world resembled his Eternity, In which my soul did walk; 

And every thing that I did see Did with me talk. 

The skies in their magnificence, The lively, lovely air, 

Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair! 

The stars did entertain my sense, 

And all the works of God, so bright and pure, 

So rich and great did seem, 

As if they ever must endure In my esteem." 


Esteem | Thomas Traherne

Wild horses

“Steady thy steeds” spurred the process. Many a smile still upon the path. Circumvent the aftermath of speculation. 

There is a bask in understanding, cultivated in patience is a glow pacified of heartburn’s toil. 

Ancient notions are resolved in their own remarkability, conducive to insight is its own opportune. 


Crooned for tune in stead, carrying the horses of imagination’s healing. 

Like the sky where Pegasus’ wings disappeared into the twined horses of feeling. The nobility in the rider the approval of its charge. 

But the asterisms fade to black and back to colour, invite. The sighs to the celestial distilled to be read for its science.

And to signs of optimism attuned to the oracle mind. 

Self-fulfilling fallacies and prophesied to entertainment’s rhapsodies, the curling turn of the phrase entwined to the unfazed phase of time. 

What do you say to sake the awake and ricochet past the clichés off to fortune’s find. 

The wisdom of its kind. Like a gift horse without a name, ready to christen its iron in horseshoe to the wind. 


The Fool is the Self. The Dali deck for the fool is the spirit, the mystic and horse. You are the message, in character. 

Some days, you are the spirit, somedays feel like the mystic. Other days, you are the horse. 

If you feel like a horse on some days, make like a gift horse. At least you will be like a tarot card for a messenger. 

A horse-back, to harbinger

Unwind, to be kind


Healer, thy ways are winding. 

Constant to the mind, in all else divined. 

Content to your kind, the personal steps away from the self. 

In the knowing and the known, untethered in being, outside of its reap, and into the sown.

Inside or outside, the cognition swings minding wings. 

A pawn in time, its crowning sings. 

But a treasure of any measure mends its parameters to adulatory and auditory stipulations. 

There is a step as the stairway sends its ends to adore. 

Upon its knock, endured. To be sure, in its astrological sighs. 

As the astronomical speak light years in time for the stars to hear it. 

There is a twinkle, like a the memory in sentiment confined. 

Like a lock without a key in discovery of its own agency. 

D-I-S-C-O very much. And yet there is always a key to groove. 

Should you choose to find it. Within or without, vowel to consonant whereabouts.

Healer, thy ways are winded. Be kind, unwind. 


Hymn of her